While Yue Ling and Lu Tian slept peacefully in the Han Mansion, thousands of miles away, Imperial remained restless beneath the winter night.
The city glittered beneath a dark sky, its streets illuminated by countless lights. Beyond the crowded districts and towering skyscrapers, the quieter residential neighborhoods had long since settled into silence.
But inside Liu Shan's bungalow, sleep was the last thing on anyone's mind.
The living room had been transformed into a makeshift investigation center again.
Documents were scattered across the coffee table. Photographs, surveillance stills, and handwritten notes lay among several open folders.
Two laptops displayed different sets of information, while an enlarged map of Imperial occupied a nearby screen.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
No one had much to say.
Liu Shan sat before his laptop, his expression grave as he watched surveillance footage from Glory nightclub.
